Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 422 - 249 Christmas Eve, Warmth (Additional May Monthly Ticket 2)_2

Chapter 422: Chapter 249 Christmas Eve, Warmth (Additional May Monthly Ticket 2)_2

Of course, Federation police rarely deliberately set traps to kill others.

After all, the deceased also have families, and those families also have guns.

They also don’t want to be shot in secret.

In any case, Brian’s approach avoided a lot of trouble.

Indeed, seeing the police badge on the cool beastly motorcycle, many greedy gazes disappeared into the crowd, leaving mostly young people who simply wanted a photo with the bike.

Brian didn’t mind that.

...

Shi San, much grown, wobbled and attracted a lot of attention from passersby.

It attracted children.

Brian was responsible for attracting the women and girls who were out with their kids.

Luckily, he had a police badge pinned on his chest.

Those women mostly just glanced with their eyes, and very few came up to strike a conversation.

Just like that, they strolled around.

The man and his dog went to an indoor sports arena, planning to grab something to eat.

There were many children playing there.

A bolder boy, skating on his skateboard, came up to Brian and curiously said, "Wow, a Labrador wearing a police dog vest, are you guys playing COS?"

"No, not COS. His name is Shi San, and he’s a registered police dog with enforcement rights."

Brian explained.

Shi San curiously looked at the boy’s skateboard, then eagerly looked at Brian, "Woof woof woof~ (Big dog, I want to play~)"

The boy wanted to pet him, but dared not to touch it, only saying, "So, are you a police officer too, Mr. Officer? Why is he barking at you?"

Brian shrugged, "Buddy, what’s your name?"

"Gandor, my name is Gandor, I’m nine years old, Mr. Officer."

"Very good, Mr. Gandor, now I’m requisitioning your skateboard on behalf of the LAPD..."

"Huh?"

Gandor looked puzzled.

..

Shi San’s athletic talent was quite good.

He quickly got the hang of using the skateboard and joyfully joined the group of children playing, his short legs moving fast, eliciting cheers.

Soon, everyone stopped playing and watched Shi San perform.

A dog that could roller-skate was far more interesting than roller-skating themselves.

Mr. Gandor’s cooperation also earned him some little treats.

Brian sat down with him, his eyes smiling, "Now that no one’s watching you, what did you need me for?"

He had noticed this little guy sizing him up when he had come in.

His badge was visibly pinned on his chest.

The local education, whether it was driving tests or anything else, always included safety education, teaching them how to ’safely’ and without misunderstandings deal with inquiries from Federation police.

And all of this would be tested.

So, the other party had already known his identity.

He had merely been playing dumb earlier.

Kids nowadays were sharp.

The little boy, Gandor, hadn’t expected Brian to see through his purpose so quickly.

He shyly lowered his head:

"My father hasn’t come home for many days, and my mother hasn’t been back for several days either, it’s just me and my grandmother at home, can you help me find them?

Everyone else has their parents for Christmas.

I miss them."

Upon hearing this, Brian fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

After making inquiries,

he dialed the station phone and got the community patrol officer’s number.

It turns out the officer really knew some details about Gandor’s family.

Gandor’s parents had divorced; they both had affairs and often fought over it, finally divorcing just before Christmas and then went off to spend the holidays with their new partners.

Clearly, these were parents who lived quite selfishly.

Gandor was actually quite lucky.

He still had a grandmother with him; otherwise, given his situation, the final result would have been to contact the community children’s welfare center and be sent to a foster home, becoming an orphan with parents.

Such situations were not uncommon here.

Brian’s situation back then was quite similar to Gandor’s.

He thought about it.

Brian put away his phone and looked at Gandor, who was looking at him expectantly, shaking his head:

"Sorry, Gandor, your parents probably won’t be able to spend Christmas with you this year.

But you shouldn’t envy others.

You still have your grandmother to keep you company.

I think you should make her happy, instead of spending the Christmas sulking because of some people who don’t care about you.

It would break her heart to see you like this."

Gandor nodded listlessly: "Thank you for your guidance, Officer Sir, I won’t let my grandmother notice."

After playing for about fifteen minutes, Shi San got tired of being watched by a bunch of kids and gave the skateboard back to Gandor.

The boy was in a bad mood and ready to take the skateboard back home.

Brian stopped him and placed a twenty-dollar bill in front of him: "Thank you for your generosity, Gandor, this is what you deserve, take it and buy a small gift for your grandmother, she will be happy for the whole year."

"Thank you, I will always remember you, Officer Sir!"

Gandor took the bill and walked away lonely amidst the crowd of families out having fun, disappearing from Brian’s sight.

...

Brian shifted his gaze: "Let’s go, Shi San, we should find another place to have some fun."

Shi San tilted his head: "Woof~"

"Amusement park?"

Brian nodded: "Alright, let’s go to the amusement park."

Thereupon,

When Brian, who hadn’t received a call for backup from the office, went with his ’colleague’ Shi San on a paid meandering all day until nightfall before they boarded the helicopter flying to the NW base.

Yes.

Brian planned to take Shi San to the base to spend Christmas Eve with Susan.

A family, after all, should be together.

Susan was very happy about their arrival.

Very happy indeed.

Brian had never seen the smile fall from Susan’s face.

That silly girl probably also didn’t want to spend it alone here; she was just too shy to ask Brian to stay with her.

The cold base, exteriorly decorated with a touch of Christmas atmosphere,

But underground here, one couldn’t see any trace of the holiday.

It remained ice-cold.

...

The two of them and one dog, spent their first Christmas together in this icy place.

The midnight electronic clock rang.

With Shi San and Susan in his arms, Brian’s body warmed up.

He sighed softly in his heart.

This fulfilled Olina’s obsession.

Olina was a victim in a previous serial prostitute murder case, whose obsession was to deliver the promised gifts to the children at Children’s House.

Christmas had arrived.

Those children had also received the gifts Brian left in the Children’s House.

"Olina, the children have received your gifts, may your soul find peace..."

Brian silently prayed.

He did not know if there really were souls in this world.

Just as in this world, where good people may not always be rewarded, and bad people may not always face retribution.

But one must still hold onto some thoughts.

In the ringing of the electronic clock, Brian kissed Susan’s forehead as she watched a show with Shi San and whispered, "Susan, I love you..."

"I love you too, Brian, and I’d love you even more if you could get me that Coke, I swear."

Susan responded half-heartedly, but subconsciously snuggled closer into Brian’s embrace.

"Woof!"

Shi San, a bit jealous, lifted his head and gazed at Brian with big eyes: I want some too...

Brian laughed and reached to pick up the Coke from the table for Susan and Shi San.

His mood was much better now.

In this warm atmosphere, the blood-red moon in Brian’s eyes slowly faded away...